¡Ay Torre, Torremolinos! [English translation]

When I came from Seville

to the shore, the shore,

to the shore of the sea.

The frills of my skirt

said to me with beat.

Let your dark hair loose,

because you'll find here

a good loving,

rose, rose

rose of April.

Oh, Torre, Torremolinos!

Bell, bell of San Miguel.

You smell like basil and wine,

like sailboats,

jazmin and carnation.

The eyes of a Malaga man

went behind me,

for them I lose the sleep

and I live on tenterhooks.

I'm day and night

stuck, stuck in a whirlwind

because of your eyes darling.

Oh, Torre, my Torre!

Oh, Torre, Torremolinos!

My mother doesn't want him

and neither, neither

his mother wants me.

And we love each other

stronger every time.

When the summer ends

I don't know what will happen,

but while it doesn't end

I keep, I keep,

I keep on singing: